Moved right along

But when I think about it

How you ghosted

I check your ‘gram

Wish you well (go to hell)

Wish you the best

And I’m glad I didn’t rest

Something bigger was out there

For the both of us

Are you haunted


Just last year this day Matt and I were at a live concert in NYC. This year we’re in the back yard. I don’t know if anybody else has noticed how quickly things change. I don’t know if anybody else is still in shock. Or denial? Whatever you call it…

Is this like a contemporary version of the 60’s we’ll look back on as a mixed bag. With the old folks all wrong until we’re all old folks and just as conservative?

The pendulum swings.